They brought him up just before sunset.
A nurse knocked once, softly, like she already knew this wasn’t a normal visit. Behind her, a vet tech held the leash, but it was more symbolic than necessary. Barnaby wasn’t pulling. Wasn’t excited the way he used to be when he saw me after a long haul.
He was walking carefully.
Slow.
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